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bingobongocheerio · 2 months
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Sally: I learned a new joke today.
(Y/N): Ok, let's hear it.
Sally: What goes in stiff but comes out soft?
(Y/N):
Sally:
(Y/N):
Sally:
(Y/N): Is it a-
Jane: [running in from other room] SPAGHETTI! IT'S SPAGHETTI!
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(Y/N): Did you tell Morty that you had a handmade gift for him and then gave him the finger?
Rick: That was a gift from my heart.
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bingobongocheerio · 2 months
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(Y/N): What happens to nitrogen when the sun rises?
(Y/N): It becomes daytrogen.
Rick:
Rick: I'm going to bed.
(Y/n): Good nitrogen.
Morty: Sleep tightrogen.
Summer: Don't let the bedbugs bitrogen.
Rick: [angry screams from the garage]
(Y/n): Let's go before he comes after us.
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bingobongocheerio · 2 months
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(Y/N): Can you do me a favor?
Rick: I would literally cover up a murder you committed, plant my DNA at the crime scene, and take the blame for it if you asked me to.
(Y/N): Can you wash the dishes?
Rick: No.
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bingobongocheerio · 2 months
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(Y/N): K-word? You mean you want to kill them?
Rick: Woah, yeah. That does sound bad when you say it out loud.
Rick: And yes, we're going to un-alive them.
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bingobongocheerio · 3 months
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Slender: (Y/N)! BEN told me you were hiding pot in here!
(Y/N): Oh, you mean this?
(Y/N): [pulls out a flower pot]
Slender: Oh, that's fine. What are you growing?
(Y/N): Weed.
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bingobongocheerio · 3 months
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(Y/N): Call her Robert the way she be going Downey on my Jr.
Zalgo: [to Slender] You have a clear shot of my head, take it.
Slender: If I have to deal with them, then so do you.
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bingobongocheerio · 3 months
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Toby: I slipped a little note into your bag to tell you how much I love you.
(Y/N): [checking their bag] This is a 10-page letter.
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bingobongocheerio · 3 months
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(Y/N): Sorry I'm late, I was... doing stuff.
*sounds of footsteps getting progressively louder*
Jerry: [out of breath] THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!
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bingobongocheerio · 3 months
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Rick: Okay, I'm on my way. What do I need to bring?
(Y/N): A good attitude.
Rick:...
Rick: I'm not going.
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bingobongocheerio · 3 months
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bingobongocheerio · 3 months
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Masky: I just popped my hip and it popped with so much force, I felt the shock of it ripple through my femur and into my knee.
(Y/N): The stanky leg years to be free.
Masky: You're the bane of my existence, you know that, right?
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bingobongocheerio · 3 months
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L.J.: I once had a hair cut I really regretted.
(Y/N): Is it the one you have now?
L.J.: No.
(Y/N): ...It should be.
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bingobongocheerio · 3 months
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